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You walk on the fitness club floor for the first time.New gym, new goals, new you. You’re ready for a challenge, and today is the first step.When you signed up a few days ago, the sales manager told you that your membership included a free fitness assessment. She pulled out a list of the club’s trainers, complete with short blurbs about their training approach and qualifications.But your eyes scanned the images first and foremost. One person immediately caught your eye.And that person is me.You asked her if I’m available this week. The sales manager smiled and said yes.“He’s one of our most popular trainers.”You smile to yourself. “I can certainly see why… ,” you think.She adds you to my schedule, and you mark it in your calendar.Now, here you are. In your best workout gear, equal parts excited and nervous. Excited to meet me. Energized for how this first session will go.You see me for the first time as I step out of the office. Tall, muscled, exuding an energy with my smile and my posture -everything you expected from my picture and my profession. My eyes catch you, and I smile warmly as I head your way.We greet each other, and get talking as we head for the fitness studio. We grab yoga mats and blankets, settling in to our discussion. After just a few minutes, you can tell this is going to be a great fit.I grab some equipment from the sides of the studio, and begin guiding you through the movements. You watch me as I demonstrate, then assist your form as you begin. You feel my hands as they guide you to straighten your hips, tighten your core, and tense the right muscles.Your heart rate quickens, you breathing becomes heavier. All the while, my eyes stay focused on you and your movements.I move us to the window ledge that overlooks the city. I sit next to you, our knees almost touching. escort bayan I reach out and take your wrist in my fingers, holding it delicately yet firmly as I take your heart rate. Your heart beats quickly in your chest, torso heaving from labored breaths. It slowly calms as we sit there together, my eyes locked intently on your wrist as I count your heartbeats through my fingers.We finish the session with assisted stretches. You rest on the mat as my hands cradle your ankle and behind your knee. I guide your legs into different positions, cueing you to take long, deep breaths as you lay on your back. I help you press open your hips and loosen your shoulders. It all feels good and my hands feel warm and strong on your skin.You sense there’s tension between us, but you don’t know if it’s just you that feels it.“Maybe this is how it is with all of his clients,” you think to yourself.But it feels like my smile and eyes and hands are sending clear signals. As if there’s something more… lingering about them.“You killed it tonight!”You blush a bit from my praise as we move off the floor. You spot yourself in the studio mirrors, to see if your blushing is noticeable through the rosiness of your post-workout flush.“Damn,” you think. “I look fucking hot.”A confidence spreads over you, and you decide to act on it.“I have a fitness studio at my apartment. Would you be open to taking me through a session there? That way I could get in a late workout like I enjoy, and we don’t have to worry about the gym closing on us… ”You don’t have to wait long for my answer.“Let’s do it. I’m in.”=====================================It’s been a week since your fitness assessment, and you’ve thought this all through. You’ve always had a fantasy about fucking a hot trainer in your workout gear. In the middle of a workout, kocaeli escort bayan when you’re hot and sweaty and in public and your blood is pumping. When you’re in sexy fitness attire, and his hands and mouth are just inches away from your own. When there’s so many pieces of equipment for him to spread you on. When you can make him make you sore in all the ways you want to be.You meet me downstairs and pick me up, already in your sexiest fitness clothes. A tight tank and fitness shorts are all I came wearing tonight – a fitting outfit for the hot summer air outside.You can see my eyes go wide as I join you in the elevator. A sports bra and tight booty shorts that show you off more than you’d usually reveal at a public gym. But this is your place, and it’s late enough that there won’t be anyone in the fitness room. Or maybe there will. Either way, this will be exciting. You’re not sure what to expect, or how I’ll react. You just know you promised yourself to be flirty and see where that takes things.We arrive upstairs, and you move ahead of me, letting me watch you from behind as I follow you down the hall.The door opens to a pair of treadmills, an open floor, and one bench sitting next to a small weight rack. A wall-size window that overlooks the city sits at the other side of the cramped room.“It’s not much to look at, but..” You turn to me. I laugh lightly and move towards you.“I’m enjoying the view.”I pause in front of you, and we stare at each other. The eye contact is intense. You feel your cheeks flush.“Let’s jump right into it.”I break the stillness between us and head to the bench.“You told me in your email to kick your ass tonight. So I’m going to give you something hard.” You move my way, grabbing a couple dumbbells as you do.“I’m ready. kocaeli escort Do your worst.”=====================================Mountain climbers against the bench. Pushups on the ground. Body squats with dumbbell shoulder presses.Before you know it, you’re dripping sweat and breathing heavily. I hand you a towel but you turn it down. You planned to get sweaty in these clothes, and to watch for my reaction. The hotter you get, the more you keep catching my eyes wandering. Especially each time you hit the water fountain, and wipe the water from your lips and hair from your forehead.You wonder if I’m getting as turned on as you are, two minimally clothed bodies sharing body heat in such a small space. It’s hard not to, with all this blood flow.We move to the ground for abs. My hands move from your knees to your core, then to your shoulders, showing you the perfect form to aim for. You can feel the warmth of my rough fingers as they guide your body. The feeling of your glistening skin sliding through my fingers, as my eyes and nose take you all in – it’s making me harder by the second. But you don’t know that yet, and I’m doing my best to stay professional..My hands move to your shins, as I hold them and you start sit-ups. A few reps in, you notice my cheeks blushing. You look down to see your nipples showing through your sports bra.You smile to yourself and continue with the situps. Falling backwards, then coming up to meet me just above your knees. You can see it on my face. I’m doing my best to not show it, but I’m transfixed by you.You decide to act on it. It’s now or never.You come up extra quick this rep, leaning forward more than before. Your lips come right to mine, pressing quickly against them and pulling away. You freeze and bring your eyes to meet mine. Neither of us breathe. I don’t pull away. I just look down at your lips. That’s all the confirmation you need.You push me back to the floor behind me. I hit it hard.Your legs lift and wrap on both sides of me. Your fingers find my wrists, pressing them firmly into the rubber floor.
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